Meet the Devil

By R. Mustang

A poetic interview that reveals how the spirit we are taught to fear is ourselves. And how the Devil is really an Angel trying to save us from ourselves. This book is a must-read for anyone who loves poetry or is serious about their self-awareness and soul progression.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Textacy
• Release date: Sep 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9780620664691

Book preview

But each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.

James 1: 14 – 15

A poetic interview with the devil reveals how the Apple has the following ....

CONTENTS

Reservation for two

Enter reception

Face smiles for gender deception

Elevation of youth

Takes time for member election

Reservation for two

Placed by the end of intentions

Preservation of you

Laced by tempting inception 

We sit in electric chairs for soon to be former selves

Strapped in conversation

Holding each other's last wills and testaments

We'll feast on the current surge in the body

Lose appetite for that on the world's menu

Leave a tip for the 10% at the table

And start a journey 

Wear a face mask

By no change in appearance, but change in reality

See the world with a new pair of eyes

For clarity

If you like it, keep it on

It feels newer

You breathe super

Take it from and for yourself

Devoid of gravity 

Your order? 

Do not order the apple

What’s wrong with the apple?

Nothing, but going against enlightenment

Where do I live?

I don’t live in the fears of man

Because I am those fears

I plan the worst thing that could happen

That entraps your peers

I don’t live in dark alleys

I’m the part of you that made them

Stop searching outside of yourself

For your man-made satan

I don’t live in your dirty acts

Your acts all live in me

So when you pray I go away

Pray that you whither and bleed

I don’t live in a place called hell

Hell is caused by man’s mission

I wasn’t affected by your works

Because I sparked your condition

But you are right about one thing...

I live in a very hot place

Home is your fiery ambition

That burns anything in its way

Including yourself, if you listen

I live in this house full of screams

The voices of your victims

Some self-made, some inherited

From the past of your religions

The apple is its destiny in heaven or hell

What do I eat?

I don’t eat the food that you eat

Due to no physical body

But I eat the spirit you eat with

If you knew, you’d be sorry

I see your decimation of earthlings

Ready-made so to serve strips

No hesitation nor purpose

Nor estimation of worthiness

The levitation with burps from this

Empty state in a turf dish

Gets me craving to search quick

For frenzy aims through your persons

I’m pumped by gluttony meals that somebody deals

They jump my buttons, revealing a gut that’s concealed

I strut to spill bloody kills to wear like gloves for a feel

My tongue won’t appeal to spices of cries from mutton and veal

No outside persons touch the food you had me cook all-day

So I wash my hands with the halaal prayers you crooks all say

It’s all for show because for hours you had your book all the way

Those hurtful lies are the side hot sauce I shook so to spray

I grocery shop for souls among those too dead to feed a community

And sit by your colorful Sunday lunch to feast on your real week’s activity

The apple is the taste of an apple

How do I look?

My looks change with the training of your eye

I have that everyday disguise

I drop images on